When I asked Connor Pollock ’17, treasurer for the Medieval Enthusiasts at Dartmouth, or MEaD, whether all the members of the club had created a medieval alter ego to go with their medieval gear, he smiled like it was a joke he had heard a million times.
“A lot of people in the group end up adopting alter ego things — it varies in the amount of seriousness,” he said.
As it turns out, “it varies in the amount of seriousness” would be a pretty good unofficial motto for a variety of things the enthusiasts do.
Pollock, a physics major, has been a member of the club since his freshman orientation.

Admit it: at some point you have stood in front of the waste station at Collis, spent an obscene amount of time trying to figure out where to toss your lemonade, realized you looked like a creep for standing there so long and finally resorted to composting your entire life.

In celebration of the Ledyard Canoe Club re-opening next week, I thought I’d explore the one area that every Dartmouth kayaker has seen but never thought to go inside — the Hanover runoff pipeline seen above.

If you’re a NARP, chances are you still haven’t completed your P.E. requirements. Even though there are roughly a million NARP-y classes you can take (I’m looking at you, speed reading), it can be hard to find the motivation to sign up on Banner.

When I originally pitched this article, I wanted it to be about something broad that we could all relate to: the wall graffiti in the third-floor men’s bathroom of Fairchild — also known as the beggar’s Yik Yak.

Maybe you do it for the protein. Maybe you do it for hot Collis Steve. Maybe you just like the danger of seeing someone flip your veggies, knowing that at any moment they could suffer serious burns in pursuit of the perfect golden-browned baby corn.

As many of you may know, Dartmouth Admissions has been on hiatus for the past term as I went to San Francisco to find myself (jk, it was to build my resume). While I could spend this entire article admitting to embarrassing things that happened while there. Luckily I don’t have to because I have all of you to do it for me!
As I stepped back onto campus this term, I took in the fresh New Hampshire air, looked around and thought, “Wow, look at all these people, I bet they have done terrible, embarrassing things while I was away.”
Welcome back to Dartmouth Admissions, where I convince people to “admit” things to me on giant pieces of paper outside of McNutt (I would say the “Admissions” building, but I just like to say McNutt too much to miss a chance to use it). This whole column has been built around an embarrassing pun, for those that still don’t understand the “Admissions” connection.
Without further ado, please enjoy this week’s admissions, which are more nipple-centric than ever before!